This is a lemon fic!  By this I mean that this story deals with adult
issues and contains sexually explicit material.  DO NOT read this if you
are underage or if mature themes/sexually explicit contents disturb you.
This is your one and only warning.





        "Touch me..." she whispered against his mouth, and then she kissed
him again, guiding his hands over her warm, bare flesh.  Ryoga stared, awed
as she pressed her breasts into his hands.  Her own hands slid slowly up
his arms and then down along his ribs.  Ryoga bent and kissed her again,
then trailed kisses along her jawline and down her throat as she slid her
hands down his stomach.  He grabbed her hands as they began to move lower
and brought them to his lips instead, placing a tender kiss on each
fingertip.  He knew that it was the passion spice making Akane act this
way, and while he couldn't let her suffer, he couldn't fully take advantage
of the situation either.  He resolved that he'd do everything in his power
to satisfy her.
        Ryoga gently lowered his head to brush his lips against her
collarbone, and felt her tugging her hands out of his.  She pressed his
hands against her breasts again, rubbing the tiny hard buds of her nipples
against his open palms.  Ryoga was on the verge of a nosebleed as Akane's
hands rose to tangle in his hair, pulling his head down.
        "Don't think about it,"  he told himself sternly.   "Stop thinking
about yourself, and think about Akane!"  He gently licked at a nipple,
hearing Akane's sharp indrawn breath, and then tenderly fastened his mouth
on it and began to suck.  Akane moaned deep in her throat, writhing at the
sensation.  One of Ryoga's strong hands rested in the small of her back,
supporting her, and the other stroked her with a feather-light touch, down
from her breast to her navel.  Akane wondered dazedly at his delicate
touch, for she had seen these same hands crush walnuts and shatter
boulders.  His mouth left her breast and traveled down after his teasing
fingers, down to circle her navel with his tongue.  Akane trembled as Ryoga
slowly sank to his knees, dropping one hand to trace along the tops of her
dainty feet, his thick hair brushing against her stomach.  Akane braced
herself, her feet wider apart, and Ryoga trailed his fingers up along her
calves, tickling, and further up along the insides of her thighs.  He
nudged her legs wider apart as he slowly and gently began to explore that
most secret part of her with his fingers.   Akane moaned imploringly and
moved towards him, and Ryoga finally pressed his mouth against her, slowly
tongueing her.
        Akane's knees started to buckle and she cried out at the power of
the feeling.  She and Ranma had played together, but nothing like this,
nothing like...Ryoga's tongue was moving against her, and she found herself
pumping her hips at him uncontrollably.  His hands moved up underneath her,
clutching her hips to hold her still.  One of her feet lifted off the
ground and the other bore part of her weight, while Ryoga bore the rest of
her weight in his powerful arms.  He held her up to his mouth like a ripe
peach, worshipfully pleasuring her while Akane writhed like a cat in heat.
Ryoga sucked on her clitoris and she went rigid, breathlessly frozen and
then exploding in a widening rush of pleasure.
        Ryoga drew away,  slowly placing Akane back on her feet.  He was
shaking with need, still savoring her taste against the roof of his mouth,
panting as though he had run a marathon.  He grabbed his pants with numbed
fingers and quickly drew them on, glancing around for the rest of his
clothes.  He picked up his belt and then spotted his shirt on the other
side of the room.  He hesitantly edged past Akane, who was staring at him
oddly.
        "Akane?" Ryoga began.  She looked at him blankly, and he stared
back.  He didn't know what to ask.  "Uh..." he said, blushing, "Are
you...Ok?"
        "Fine," Akane said numbly.  She was still feeling the aftershocks,
faint tremors deep inside her, and the desperate need for more was
building.  Ryoga bent over to pick up his shirt, and desire for him curled
in her suddenly and fiercely.  Before she could even think about what she
was doing, she had crossed the room and caught him up in a tight hug.
Ryoga dropped the shirt in surprise.
        "Akane?"
        "Ryoga," Akane sighed, and kissed him deeply, savoring her own
taste and smell.  She could feel his arousal pressing against her belly as
she hugged him tight.  Before he could stop her, she slid her hands down
and stroked him through the fabric of his pants.  Ryoga trembled for a
moment and then jumped away from her as if burned.
        "I'd better go!" he blurted out, and then stooped to grab his shirt
again.
        "Ryoga, don't leave me!  I need you!"  Akane cried desperately,
yearningly.
        "I can't stay," Ryoga said, guiltily glancing away from the need in
her eyes.  As it was, she might hate him when the spice wore off.
        "If you leave now, I'll never forgive you!" Akane cried, fearful
that he might leave her alone with this aching need.  Ryoga looked up at
her, a confused, frightened expression on his face.
        "If I stay, you'll never forgive me," he whispered harshly.  "I
don't know what to do..."
        "Ryoga, stay!"  Akane whispered back urgently.  "Stay here with me,
it's alright, it'll be alright."  While she spoke she dropped to her knees
beside him and put her arms around his neck, twining her fingers in his
thick hair, just beneath his bandanna.  Ryoga shuddered wordlessly, then
silently scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the kitchen.
        "Where are we going?" Akane murmured, nibbling lightly at his neck.
        "The bedroom."
        "Oh," Akane said.  "I think it's upstairs.  You're going the wrong
way."  She gave him directions and they soon made it to Ukyo's bedroom.
Akane could feel the desire humming in her veins, and she was nearly
frantic to know that keening pleasure again.  Ryoga placed her on the bed
gently and slipped his hand between her legs, using her own moisture to
make his fingers glide easily over her flesh, and Akane threw her legs wide
apart and bucked against his hand.
        "You're so...beautiful..." Ryoga gasped, awed, and then he lowered
his mouth to taste her again, to taste her irresistible nectar.
        "Ryoga, please," Akane gasped, as the pleasure built to a low
steady thrum, "I need you inside me!"
        Ryoga obediently slipped first one finger and then another into her
tight wet passage, and began sucking on her clitoris again.  Akane
stiffened suddenly and then he felt the force of her orgasm pulling at his
fingers, the secret hidden mouth of her pulsing against his hand and lips
like a heartbeat.  He kept his mouth on her until the last tremors had
faded, and then he slowly pulled his fingers back out of her and sat back,
drawing a ragged breath.  His own heart was hammering in his chest, his
body singing with high-pitched need, his sex achingly alive.  He drew his
moist fingers across his lips, tasting her again, inhaling her sweet scent.
He could never get enough of her, he wanted all of her, her body, her
spirit...
        "Ryoga," Akane moaned again, then opened her eyes to gaze up at him
curiously.  "Ryoga, why won't you...I mean, I know you need me, too..." she
said as she reached over to stroke his stomach just above the waistband of
his pants.  Ryoga shied away from her and tried to catch her hands in his
own when she persisted.
        "Akane," he rasped.  "I can't...I...if I...let you, then..."
        "Ryoga," Akane said sternly, pulling his face around to force him
to meet her serious eyes, "I forgive you.  If you need me to say it again
in the morning, I'll say it again.  I forgive you.  Do you hear me?"
        Ryoga nodded slowly, no longer resisting as Akane brushed her lips
against his.  He sighed against her mouth and allowed her to push him down
onto the bed.  Grinning down at him, Akane yanked at his trousers, pulling
them down around his knees in one swift movement.  Ryoga gasped as her
hands roamed over his naked flesh, gently caressing him and then circling
his shaft to stroke him in an upward motion.  Ryoga cried out, arching his
back in reaction.  Akane gazed down at him, still smiling, delighted that
she had the same power over him.  He looked up at her in almost fearful
anticipation as she lowered her head to slowly take him into her mouth.
Ryoga froze, tense and still, his fists clenched tight around wadded-up
bedspread as Akane lowered her head a fraction of an inch at a time.  Just
as slowly she began to rise up again, her lips locked tight around him, her
teeth scraping him lightly.  A tiny whispered sigh escaped his lips as
Akane began to increase her rhythm, and soon the sigh became a muted groan.
        "Akane," he gasped, "I can't...hold back..."  Akane's only answer
was to maintain her pace, using her hands to add to the friction until her
mouth was suddenly filled with salty fluid.  She swallowed in surprise and
looked down at him, and smiled at the dumbfounded expression on his face.
She leaned down and kissed him, letting him taste his own seed on her
mouth.
        "Akane..." Ryoga said shakily, gazing up into her smiling eyes.
Akane kissed him again, leisurely, dropping one hand to slowly rub up along
his thigh.  Ryoga kissed her back, growling low in his throat as her hand
began to gently caress him, renewing his arousal with a sensation that was
both pain and pleasure.
        "Ryoga," Akane whispered, "Just stay still, OK?  Just don't move."
She threw a leg over his hips to straddle him.
        "Ah...I...OK..." Ryoga sighed as she began to rub herself against
him.  He knew he should stop her now, there was something wrong here...but
it felt so good, the threads of his thoughts flew apart, and all he could
think of was that this was Akane, this was the woman he adored.
        Akane kept up the motion, grinding her hips against him until her
need had built back up to a fever-pitch, then she drew a deep breath and,
using her hands to guide him, she brought her weight down on him in one
swift movement.  The two of them stared wide-eyed at each other for a
moment.  A single tear rolled down Akane's cheek as the sudden sharp pain
broke the spice-induced mood.  She had meant to share this with Ranma...

        "Ukyo, what's wrong?" Ranma asked.  His "cute fiancee" glanced away
from him without answering.
        "Nothing.  Would you like some okonomiyaki?" Ukyo asked hopefully.
Maybe if she gave him just a little of the spice...
        Ranma gave her a puzzled look, then said, "Ucchan, I wish you'd
stop trying to feed me and tell me what it is."  He glanced out the window
for the third time in as many minutes, wondering where Akane was.  She
should have been home an hour ago.
        Ukyo sighed.  "Ranchan, I was hoping we could spend some time
together, just the two of us."
        Whatever Ranma was about to say in reply got lost in the noise as
Shampoo crashed through the door.
        "Nihao!" she cried, bouncing over to throw her arms around Ranma.
        "What are you doing here?" Ukyo asked icily, glaring at the
purple-haired Amazon.
        "Is deal you make with great-grandmother.  Ranma no engaged to
Akane anymore, so now is Shampoo's turn!"
        "What are you talking about?" Ranma asked loudly, pushing Shampoo
away at arm's length.  "Whaddya mean, not engaged?"
        "Ranma-honey, there's something I've been meaning to tell you..."
Ukyo began.
        "So TELL me already!" Ranma shouted, starting to feel paranoid.
        "It's..." Ukyo hesitated.  "I didn't mean to hurt anyone..."
        "Are you gonna tell me, or do I have to go ask the old ghoul what's
going on?"
        Ukyo turned her face away, her long hair partially hiding her
guilty expression.        Shampoo spoke up, beaming happily at him.
        "Akane go on date with Ryoga.  Now you free to marry Shampoo!"
        "What!!!"
        "Ranchan..." Ukyo started.
        "Don't you 'Ranchan' me.  Just tell me what's going on!"
        "Alright!" Ukyo finally shouted.  "I fixed Ryoga and Akane up on a
date.  I borrowed some Amazon spices from Cologne to put in their food."
        "What did you do?" Ranma asked in a dangerously quiet voice.
        Ukyo lowered her head, unable to face the accusation in his bright
blue eyes.  "Passion spice..." she whispered.  She looked up in time to see
Ranma race out the door, away from her, and Shampoo starting to follow.
        "Oh, no you don't," Ukyo said, blocking the Amazon's way out.   She
had started this whole mess, the least she could do now was to make sure
Ranma got some privacy to sort this out.



        "Akane?" Ryoga breathed, his concern for her almost making him
forget how good it felt.  "Are you...are you hurt?"
        Akane moved to get up off of Ryoga, and the sensation of him moving
inside her reignited her desire with a suddenness that made her shudder.
Slowly she sank back down again, moaning, and then began to move in
earnest, her tears flowing all the while.  Ryoga brushed her wet cheek
lightly and his own eyes filled with tears as he realized the signifigance.
She didn't love him, she would never love him.  Nobody would ever...
        Akane threw her head back and called Ryoga's name as she reached
her climax, and the feeling of her body throbbing around him sent Ryoga
over the edge.  Akane fell across him like a wilted flower, and the two of
them lay still,  their heartbeats gradually slowing down,  the occasional
hitch of breath the only sound as they each wept.


        Ranma pushed through the door of Ucchan's, his heart freezing as he
heard noises upstairs.  He got to the doorway of Ukyo's room in time to see
Akane throw her head back and call Ryoga's name.  Ranma stood frozen with
horror, the image of the two of them together etching itself irrevocably
into his memory.  Sick with rage, he silently backed away and crept down
the stairs.  He stood at the bottom of the stairs, seeing nothing, his
mind's eye filled with that single image.  His heart burned with agony and
twisted with dark fury.
        "I...will have revenge..." Ranma whispered into the blackness.

THE END

The characters in this story are not mine (they are the creation and
property of Rumiko Takahashi, and are used here without permission), and
neither is the idea of "Passion Spice."  My apologies to whoever thought up
"Passion Spice."  I don't have a name to attach to the idea, but if you let
me know who you are, I'll be happy to give you proper credit.

Comments and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated, please
write to me at elewyiss@earthlink.net